ALL ELSE FADES

ABOUT THE SHOOT

Racing, and those that participate in Motorsport, share a permeating compulsion for the insatiable hunt in tenths of a second. To the average person, the long hours, scrapes, burns, and grease characterize a foolish pursuit, and a childish dream; a lot of effort, for little reward.

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The beauty of racing lies in its inherent nature: man and machine, harmonized. To a driver, speed is serenity. When your helmet goes on, the car roars to life, and the lights glow red, they light up, one by one. As the engine roars, the crowd cheers, and the revs build, the world slows down as you sit in the vibration of it all. It's here, in the silence of this beautiful moment: when the lights go out, All Else Fades.

SHOT BY:
ADAM LOWE